| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Lord Lyttleton. (17091773) |
| | | 4111 | For his chaste Muse employd her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line which, dying, he could wish to blot. |
| Prologue to Thomsons Coriolanus. |
| 4112 | | Women, like princes, find few real friends. |
| Advice to a Lady. |
| 4113 | What is your sexs earliest, latest care, Your hearts supreme ambition? To be fair. |
| Advice to a Lady. |
| 4114 | | The lover in the husband may be lost. |
| Advice to a Lady. |
| 4115 | | How much the wife is dearer than the bride. |
| An Irregular Ode. |
| 4116 | None without hope eer lovd the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair. |
| Epigram. |
| 4117 | Where none admire, t is useless to excel; Where none are beaux, t is vain to be a belle. |
| Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country. |
| 4118 | Alas! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain; The heart can neer a transport know That never feels a pain. |
| Song. |
| | | Edward Moore. (17121757) |
| | | 4119 | Cant I anothers face commend, And to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead lowers, As if her merit lessend yours? |
| The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable ix. |
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